Page 68 of Juliet & Her Romeos

“Flatterer.” Swan smirks.

“Fact.” Benedict blinks. “The keyring is from my nest. Special.”

Wow.

For an Omega to share their actual nest items is a big deal. Some are meant to be territorial. Is Benedict serious about this soul mate stuff?

Adrenaline spikes through me.

“I have bigger ones in my nest,” Benedict declares.

“Foxes?”

Benedict’s lips quirk up at the side. “And Alphas. They feel nice to touch. Parts of them are soft. Parts are hard. And others feel as velvet as my foxes…”

Swan covers his face. “FYI, I bet that they’d fucking hate that you’re telling people about their velvet cocks. But don’t stop. This is getting interesting. Plus, has anyone ever told you that they could come from the sound of your honeyed voice alone?”

“Feathers…” I hiss, blushing.

“Yes,” Benedict replies, unfazed. “And they have.”

Swan’s lips curl, wickedly. “Well, have they ever told you how much you could make with that voice alone on OnlyFans?”

“What’s that?”

I wish that Swan would stop sneaking onto Dimitri’s computer. He doesn’t appear to be gaining a balanced view of the world outside our academy.

Now, I glare at Swan. “Oryoucould make from a career being turned over my lap and spanked until your ass is hot?”

“Why not until it’s maroon? It’ll be prettier.”

“Deal.”

I run my fingers over the fox, shivering at the sensation of the velvet. I wasn’t aware how touch starved I was.

I need this, desperately.

My skin is tingling, and I’m feeling actually sleepy in a way that I haven’t in years.

Is this why I can’t sleep properly? Because I’m not surrounded by the soft bedding and textures that I need as an Omega? Because my nesting instincts are being denied?

I raise the fox to my nose, taking a deep sniff of it’s scent: honey, as sweet as Benedict’s voice.

Instantly, I’m wet with slick.

My pupils dilate. My breath stutters to a stop.

Benedictismy Omega soul mate!

How is he sensitive enough to have sensed it so quickly?

I take desperate breaths of the scent, as it weaves around me. I burst out purring in joy.

Benedict looks blissed out.

He’s finally lost his wary stiffness. “You have a beautiful purr. It’s like the Heaven Chord. Do you want to hear mine?”

I only just have time to nod, before Benedict’s striding straight up to me and yanking me into his arms to nuzzle against my neck.

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